Based on ‘The Millinery Shop’ by Edgar Degas.


Grace in the folds that she fixes-



and bold-

shifting her shift,

in the storeroom, she drifts

perfectly poised in the cold-

There’s a warmth to the textures she touches-

there’s a depth to the dip of her hand

when, in humming the beats widows spin from the streets

she’s moved by a gossamer band.

-Amy Struthers

Diary Entry 6:


Based on ‘L’Etoile’ by Edgar Degas.


Is this how the swallow feels when, in being released from its cage,
it staggers onto a sunrised stage
and notes
the change of pace
that startles at the flurry of hands reminding her of forgetful wings?

The soul that sings
of gentility
despite the seasons
and rejoices
in the sensation of flight.
Why stop
when the very flutter of your step
reminds men that no bar can break you?

-Amy Struthers